Strands of crimson hair fluttered behind Quinn as she sprinted through the manor halls, ignoring the annoyed glares of the servants she rushed past.
"I hope she's not asleep," Quinn huffed, gripping the letter clamped in her fingers tightly. "Maribelle will be so mad if I take too-"
Quinn cried out, grabbing her smashed nose as she bounced off of the hard obstacle blocking the corner of the hall she'd turned down and fell to the floor, crumpling the letter in her hand.
"What the hell was that?" She muttered to herself, wiping the tears from her eyes and rubbing her nose as she looked at what she'd run into. "There shouldn't be anything…"
The blood drained out of Quinn's freckled cheeks. In front of her stood an ogre of a man with bright orange hair. His beady brown eyes peeked out fro
